*Okay, so this is a collection of poetry about the fallen tributes. I started with Rue first. Next will probably be Glimmer.
And with my other story, the rest will be coming soon.
Reviews?.*
A quick breath I inhale,
And within seconds, I am down
Yet I feel nothing.
I only see the face of an angel bending over me,
Sorrow in her gray eyes.
Why is she crying?
I don't see the inevitable,
The fate that has brought me down.
A quick breath I inhale.
I have made it so far,
To have my hopes come shattering down.
I mustn't cry.
I cannot look feeble.
I will go down strong.
I know I am defeated but I shall go down brave.
I will show I am valiant.
A song I hear through the faint sound of the mockingjays,
A beautiful, angelic song sung by her.
She is crying and her voice is cracking
But the song is still heavenly.
I smile at the music, the music of my guardian, my mockingjay.
A light, a single sliver of light blinds my very eyes.
I squint at the light but accept it;
It's affectionate and welcoming.
In the midst of the light, I see me,
A slideshow of myself through the years, everything I've accomplished.
I give up.
I don't want to suffer.
There is no ache or heartbreak now.
I want it to stay that way.
So I let go of the angel and step upon the heavenly, bright cloud.
Yet as I fall asleep,
Her song rings through my ears
Along with the tweet of the birds
And the rush of the river
And the kiss of goodbye from the angel herself.
Now I am asleep upon a cloud.
